Quotes Bingo (cont.)
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“...anger is like fire. It burns it all clean.”—Maya Angelou | “Every man is surrounded by a neighbourhood of voluntary spies.”—Jane Austen | “This love is silent.”—T.S. Eliot |
“We gain freedom when we have paid the full price.”—Rabindranath Tagore | WILDCARD | “If your heart is a volcano, how shall you expect flowers to bloom?”—Khalil Gibran |
“Never forget me, because if I thought you would, I'd never leave.”—A. A. Milne | “Dreams are necessary to life.”—Anais Nin | “To see you naked is to recall the Earth.”—Federico Garcia Lorca |
A/N: For the mini-bingo round at
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kakairu_fest. Continued from here. C'est la vie, ma cherie!begin
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5. “If your heart is a volcano, how shall you expect flowers to bloom?”—Khalil Gibran.
Warnings: re-incarnation theme, AU (sort of).
They experienced their first human incarnation in the western Dark Ages, where falsely accused witches and wizards paid the price by way of fire and smoke, penance forced by crowds of God-fearing people. It was also a time where prosecution of anything different, anything claimed abhorrent by the Bible underwent scrutiny, was a routine practise. Homosexuality was included on the list.
“Burn them!” The irrational screams surrounded the building, and from afar, Kash watched as the home of his lover was stormed and a struggling figure was brought out. “Kill the sinners! Cleanse their souls!”
If his hands were not bound, he’d have thrown decorum to the wind and would have tried to fight for Ru. He loved that man more than he’d loved his wife, but damn everything if he was told to feel otherwise. It wasn’t possible, and he watched the angry flock pile up the wood beneath his feet. Soon the smoke would burn and the pair would die, choking to death staring into one another’s eyes.
Instead of having their souls immediately recycled back into the stream, they were held, for a while, to allow history to move on. Next, they were born in America, when slavery was still rampant, and when Blacks were considered beneath the white-folk. Abraham Lincoln wouldn’t be born for a few decades, and bigotry and racism were not uncommon. It seemed that the higher power decided that it would do for them to be different genders this time ‘round, too.
Ruka was beautiful with darkened skin and hair brown as the sheen of leather; quick with her clipped words from an uneducated background. Kashi was one of the white farmers who’d hired her father, and he’d got to known her slowly over time. When they ran off with one another, it seemed like they’d get it right this time. They got ten days of freedom together. Then they were caught and she was whipped and hanged and he was disgraced to the point he refused food and water; though it wasn’t shame that stopped him from wanting to live. Without the love of his life, what was the point of living?
People still wouldn’t allow their love to form properly, and it was stalling their souls from reaching Nirvana. The beings beyond consciousness that worked the magic of fate and destiny were getting frustrated. Those two souls were scribed to form and fall in love. Until they lived a full life in peace and happiness, they could not move on.
They were skipped the trials of the Great War, World War II, and the Cold War. It was strange for two beings to have the world so stubbornly set against them, but if fate had its way, they would always find each other.
Next time, they were born in the 21st century. Gays were being allowed more and more rights, and thus they were both formed in their more comfortable male forms. Iru and Hatake were good together, even though their personalities clashed and they fought with such fire in their spirits. It was, though, their parents that separated them on that occasion.
Iru was forced from Hatake by having his entire livelihood dangled over a lava pit, so to speak. The man ran an orphanage, but his father certainly had enough connections to see that closed down. Hatake was sentenced to prison on ridiculous charges. Iru’s father was the DA of the city; it wasn’t hard to create something. When Hatake was mysteriously killed in an unprovoked bashing, Iru committed suicide.
And so their cycle began again.
Umino choked to death as a baby because of unformed lungs on his next forming, and in the next hospital room, Ashi’s mother died along with her child due in a month. Life pushed it into the hands of Death, who then pushed it back to Life.
They were spared the next World War as well. WWIII was long, gruesome and completely devastating on a level too abhorrent to describe with words. Asia won, if barely, and if you could even call it a victory when all the superpowers—England, America, Russia, China, Korea, Germany—were so wholly destroyed and depleted of manpower.
Earth underwent a great change in the aftermath of nuclear bombs and Global Warming. The countries changed shape as waters rose and the terrain changed as plants re-acclimatised to the new weather patterns. Animals transformed into monsters, insects grew an intelligence to almost put them on par to humans, and people deformed to find another energy bubbling within themselves; they called it chakra. The Gods found rips and tears in the fabric of space and time as the humans played with their new-fangled abilities, so they sent special animals—‘summons’—to teach the people how to control them.
When mankind settled into a new order, one of Hidden Villages and small-scale wars and treaties; Hatake Kakashi was born, a life of tragedy and torment planned before his soul. Umino Iruka was born afterwards, his role being to care for the yet unborn ‘sun child’ who was a prophecy to change humanity forevermore.
They were born close together, male, parentless and with such pain and magnetic personalities, it would be inevitable that they’d draw one another’s attentions. Now, the Gods watched them work together for the ‘sun child’ and could only hope that they didn’t die this time.
Which was a vain hope considering their closeness to weapons and battles, but their souls were fighters and never seemed to want to form in a peaceful area in peaceful forms. Their love was strong though, and if it didn’t work this time, they’d simply wait.
Those two would wait forever for the other.
6. “To see you naked is to recall the Earth.”—Federico Garcia Lorca.
Warnings: none.
Fifty-one scars lined Kakashi’s back, thirty-three on his front. Of those, eight were burn scars from fire or acid. Twenty of them were from torture rooms; Iruka recognised the marks. The rest varied from cause, and they all ranged from tiny nicks to being as wide as an outstretched hand.
His legs and arms were covered in slashes, vertical lines at nine, horizontal at three each limb and diagonal slices counted at ten total. They were memories of an attacker’s blade kissing his skin and were raised pale bumps for the most part. Only two scars marred his face; one bisected his left eye, the other cutting through his lip.
Iruka knew them all. His lips had slid past every one of them, had brushed every single marring of pale skin and his fingers had scraped against them all, pressing, touching, caressing. His eyes had drunk in the sight of Kakashi’s flesh and he felt like the image was seared into his memory.
And when Kakashi came home with new ones, he’d start the learning process anew and would search for them. Sometimes it would be easy to find them, wrapped with bandages to mark their place, other times it would hard and only the faint taste of blood and the softness of delicate skin would tell him he’d found something new.
Scars were not something to be ashamed of. They were marks caused in the line of duty. The only shame that could be found was being stupid enough to be caught and scarred in the first place.
Most ninja though, had scars. A few were proud, a few were regretful, but mostly they didn’t notice them. Marks were collateral damage, and those too fixated on the superficial were likely to find themselves dead, anyway.
Iruka though, found a little beauty in imperfection.
7. “...anger is like fire. It burns it all clean.”—Maya Angelou.
Warnings: character death.
They called it ‘napalm’. Water couldn’t put it out. The village walls were rendered to dust and ash before their very eyes. The fires weren’t boosted by chakra or anything, but consumed the woods and the undergrowth so quickly it seemed like it was. Torrents of flames touched the skies as the blue turned black with the choking, heavy billows of smoke.
Kakashi had been in the hospital at the time, chakra depleted, strapped to the bed because he kept trying to escape, with reopened wounds thanks to his struggles. Tsunade was trying to fight, trying to control the situation, but then machines rolled in with a metal casing immune to all but the toughest attacks. The nin-animals sent never came back, crushed instead by rolling wheels of metal and pipes that sent out fires stronger than normal jutsu could cast.
Naruto was battling fiercely, calling on his clones to back him up with manpower, and it looked like he might have been getting the upper hand. The Hyuuga joined and their eyes sought for the weak spots until a flash bomb of extraordinary strength blinded half of them.
Next, armoured men came out and somehow killed waves of fighters with little sticks that made little bangs but created so much damage. Iruka had been put in the front lines, and Kakashi screamed when he was brought in because he’d never seen a man so red, so drenched with crimson that was so dark.
They called it ‘bullets’, what killed his lover that day. Kakashi didn’t care to understand it, but he opened a few of the Celestial Gates within him as Iruka’s dying breaths warmed his cheek. He mentally thanked Gai for letting him see and copy the move. Gai, who he passed cradling the limp body of Lee, whose face was charred from the ‘napalm’ fires.
Sakura wasn’t sobbing, but her hands shook as she tried to heal the many wounded. Her eyes widened as she saw the blur of Kakashi passing her, glowing angry red and like a darting fire as he leapt from building to building, heading towards the war zone on the city’s edge.
Because he didn’t train to handle the Gates opening, Kakashi walked into the battle glowing red with chakra knowing he could very well die. Well, if it meant killing the men who killed Iruka, it would be a fair trade. A growl rumbled in his chest, and he decided against summoning his dogs. They didn’t need to see this.
Kakashi only understood Sasuke’s undying need for revenge in that very moment as he stood face to face with the army of men wielding ‘guns’, deciding that for the pain he could not describe, he would need to demonstrate on their bodies as he’d tear them limb from limb. He opened another Gate and felt his blood vessels expand to cope with the overwhelming pressure.
When the ‘guns’ started firing, Kakashi didn’t know who was screaming—him or them. All he really knew was that there was pain and then there was nothing.
8. “This love is silent.”—T.S. Eliot.
Warnings: heartbreak.
“Damn it all to hell, Kakashi!” Iruka was screaming. He knew he was screaming and yelling and storming around like an angered wilder beast without control of his senses, but he couldn’t stop the words falling from his mouth with cutting clarity.
“Bastard; if you don’t tell me anything, how can we work together? Bottling shit up doesn’t make us a stronger couple!” Even as he tried to quieten his voice, the words got sharper and his tone more bitter. “Fuck’s sake, the point of being in a relationship is sharing the burden. Why don’t you get it?”
Kakashi’s silence burned more than any slap to the face could. They weren’t fighting in the conventional sense. They never fought in the conventional sense. It was more Iruka ranting at a brick wall than two people arguing. Kakashi never said anything, he just looked at Iruka, like he was the one at fault and was patiently waiting for his lover to release all the pent up steam.
“Why won’t you say anything to me?” Iruka’s eyes were black like dead coals and he was burning all over like a dying fire. Kakashi’s visible eye was blank and cool like the blue of the ocean, and as impassive and uncaring as Iruka had ever seen it.
Gritting his teeth, Iruka picked up one of the plates on the table, still smudged with soy sauce and had pieces of rice stuck to it, and threw it across the room with a resounding shatter of noise not quite the same frequency of that of breaking glass. When the silver haired man did nothing, not even stirring in response, Iruka picked up the terracotta jug holding juice and threw it recklessly to follow the plate, relishing in the noise it made, splashes and cracking sound reminiscent of when one breaks a neck.
Still Kakashi was quiet and passive and just watching like he couldn’t give a shit to what Iruka was saying—
“Damn it, talk to me!” Iruka stood up roughly, the chair scraping across the wooden floor with an irritating squeak, and he rounded the table, hints of murderous intent escaping him as he lost more of his control.
“Tell me what makes you shake when you sleep, tell me what happens on missions when you come home drenched in blood—” Iruka’s breath caught as he choked the next words out, “—tell me why you’re coming home smelling like perfume and lipstick.”
When the jounin looked away, Iruka screamed and knocked the table over, hearing the tinkle of shattering glass and the soft pings of metal hitting wood, and he couldn’t stop the screaming. There were no tears though, even as he was pulling at his hair and hating everything and everyone and it was all too much—
Iruka wasn’t crying but his throat was raw and bloody and his voice was raspy and weak and overall the man was just so, so tired.
“Do you even love me anymore?”
Kakashi’s silence spoke volumes, this time.
9. “Dreams are necessary to life.”—Anais Nin.
Warnings: apparently, I can’t shut up, and thus have gone over the word limit. FML.
Dreams came and went like the tide, but nightmares stuck to the skin like salt and sand after you walked out of the sea. Kakashi was no stranger to the torments of the unguarded mind, to the deadly caverns of the subconscious. He wasn’t new to dreams that were buried memories of a fonder time that always left him waking with an aching chest and the impossibly strong desire to have never woken up.
Daydreams, though, were a completely novel thing for Kakashi to experience. It had started over breakfast, when Kakashi was drinking strong, black coffee as he watched the rising sun.
“Why are you drinking that?” a voice questioned him with honest curiosity. “Instant coffee tastes like dirt.”
Of course, Kakashi jumped and yelled when he realized there’d been someone leaning across his shoulder, looking at his drink. Unused to surprises in his own home, the idea of being caught so unaware was incredibly unsettling. He underwent the traditional ninja path of attempting to kill the intruder until he quickly realized that all his weapons went through the man.
Rubbing his eye, and revealing his whirling Sharingan, Kakashi looked at the spectre with grudging fascination. His normal eye said that there was a person in his kitchen, and his Sharingan said there was no one—but it wasn’t a trickery of chakra or illusion, either.
The person had his arms crossed and an eyebrow cocked as he silently underwent the scrutiny. An average height and build, and clothed all in black fabric that hugged at his muscles, he was reasonably attractive. His skin was an even golden brown tan, and the colour of his hair matched the dark brown of his eyes. Completely forgettable and mundane if it weren’t for the white scar stretching across his cheeks; and even then, he was a relatively simple looking person.
“Are you a ghost?” For all he’d seen, the question wasn’t that wholly illogical. Though he didn’t remembering murdering any ninja that looked like him, and certainly no one lately who’d be pissed enough to haunt him.
The figure before him shook his head and replied truthfully, “I’m not quite sure. For one, I’m real, I think; but I could be a figment of your imagination, too.” There was a long silence as both men tried to think of what to say.
“What’s your name?” the jounin finally asked. “I’m Kakashi,” he added reluctantly, still weary of the man who was rather fascinated with how easily his hand would pass through the chair to his left.
“I’m not sure what my name is, or who I am; I could very well be a wayward daydream,” shrugged the man distractedly as he looked at his hands attempting and failing to pick up the mug on the table. “What I do know is that I’m here to keep you company.” His tone was calm and casual, but the words made the Copy-Nin’s stomach flip in discomfort.
Frowning, Kakashi thought aloud, “Am I so lonely—or insane—that I’ve conjured up an imaginary friend?”
“Is it so bad to want company?”
“No, I suppose it isn’t.” After a moment of heavy silence, Kakashi added, “For the record, I like instant coffee.”
From there, an uneasy relationship began to form. Dubbing the unnamed person, ‘Ru’, as in ‘exile’ or ‘流’, Kakashi felt more at ease with a named follower, who was akin to a stalker without the overwhelming adulation. Where ever Kakashi went, Ru seemed unable to not follow; though if he so wished, he could disappear entirely from the face of the earth.
Weeks passed, and Kakashi began to get used to the presence, and when alone in his apartment, they would talk. At first, his words were guarded and cautious, but when Ru didn’t seem to grow any more real or any more dangerous, conversation lightened to what friends would talk about. Weeks went by disturbingly fast as Kakashi felt lighter and less troubled than he’d been in years.
Ru didn’t have many memories, so Kakashi taught him about life and politics and told him stories upon stories, increasingly interested by Ru’s erratic responses. For everything and anything, even if he just learned about it, he would form an opinion and a counter-argument.
“Chakra thread is ten-frickin’-times better than chakra wire!”
“How do you know?”
“I... don’t.” Something uneasy flittered over the man’s face. “It’s like a memory that never existed.”
“So, something like this conversation?”
“What do you mean?”
“You don’t exist.”
Ru said nothing.
He wasn’t alive, but Ru acted alive; adding colour and sound to a previously silent, black and white universe. Kakashi wanted to be able to touch the man, to feel the heat of another human presence instead the cold of a couch unoccupied and a plate of food left uneaten.
Even so, for the first time in years, Kakashi was fascinated.
For the first time in months, someone held his attention.
For the first time ever... he fell in love.
The fact that the figure of his affections was male never really popped up in his head; the bigger question being the state of his sanity and the question whether was it some kind of vain incest to love oneself, or to love a figment of your own imagination?
Ru seemed sad every time Kakashi said he wasn’t real—understandable, really, to be upset over having your existence constantly questioned—but those moments grew further and further apart as Kakashi willed himself to ignore his Sharingan eye and let himself be happy for a few short hours of isolation with the man.
Such was his habit to keep the Sharingan covered that Kakashi didn’t see the trap on his way home from a mission – Ru was in the midst of berating Kakashi for over-exerting himself on the mission. The error was elementary, but the jounin paid heavily for it and found himself waking in hospital. He was written off as needing to stay overnight for some head injuries.
As he was being tended to by the medic-nin, Kakashi mentally worried—not over his injuries, but over the lack of Ru. The man only disappeared when he was pissed, and Kakashi hadn’t done anything to antagonise him. Dare he admit it, but... he was afraid. Kakashi was scared that the bump to the head might have very well have fixed the broken part of his brain that gave him daydreams of a perfect partner.
Honestly, he liked it better when he was broken if being fixed meant having a hollow cavity in his chest.
Belatedly, he realized he was in a shared room; the bed beside him had curtains hanging around it, not wholly reassuring Kakashi that whoever was there wouldn’t be bothering him – especially when he was asleep and was left open to people trying to sneak peeks at his face. Thankfully, it seemed they were attended to when he was sleeping, so there would be a doctor in the room to prevent any attempt of that.
On the final day before official discharge, a medic-nin opened the curtains. Kakashi paused in dressing, slightly curious to see who was lying in the bed. As soon as the nurse moved from view, his breath caught. Lying in a coma was the man of his daydreams.
It was Ru, who he hadn’t seen in days; who looked so different solid and quiet and asleep; who looked the exact same regardless, with tanned skin and brown hair, and the same scarred face. He stood, frozen, as the nurse, quickly changed the IV drip before closing the curtains and walking away after a courtesy bow towards him.
Slowly, unbelievably, he walked towards the curtained bed and pulled the fabric back. He moved towards the still figure, but chickened out and went over to check his charts. Yep, the guy had been in a coma as long as ‘Ru’ had existed. His eye automatically scanned and shuffled through the rest of the text.
Huh. His name was Umino Iruka. Not bad. ‘Ru’ would still work as a nickname... that is, if they were anything remotely the same. Perhaps he’d seen the man working in the Mission’s Room and his imagination stuck a face to a personality he had so desperately wanted. Still desperately wanted.
With shaking hands, he replaced the chart and tugged his Sharingan free to look at Iruka. The chuunin before him was real; with a heartbeat and a set of lungs and a chakra system glowing like little rivers of lava—wait.
There was a build-up of golden fire near Umino’s head. Cocking his own head to the side, Kakashi instinctively moved forward, and without conscious thought, raised his hand to the other man’s cold brow. Tentatively, Kakashi let out a trickle of chakra and then felt his body jerk as a sudden surge of his power left him without his command.
It ran from his body to the other, draining him faster than any battle had before. Before blacking out, he thought, if Iruka woke up, then dying this way wouldn’t have been too bad.
“Wake up!” A voice filtered in through the darkness and Kakashi wanted to groan, but felt too sluggish. “Damn idiotic jounin!” The voice was warm even in anger. It was also familiar.
Kakashi opened his eye and immediately winced from the harsh electric lights.
Umino Iruka was bent over his form, looking thin in a decidedly fragile way, with eyes brimming with an inner fire and relief clear on his face.
“The medic-nin went get someone more qualified to look you over once you stabilized. Why’d you drain yourself so much for me? That’s not saying I don’t appreciate what you did, unblocking my mind of the chakra knot, but why didn’t you wait for help from someone qualified? You could have died. And what a death for the great Copy-Nin; killed as he tried to save a faceless chuunin of his village.”
Kakashi ignored Iruka’s worried rambles, and cleared his throat to ask, “Can we talk over some coffee? I’m sure there’s some instant stuff in the cafeteria downstairs.”
“Why would you drink that?” Iruka asked with confusion. “It takes like dirt.”
A wide smile made its way across Kakashi’s face, even though his muscles protested at the effort.
“For the record, I like instant coffee.”
Perhaps there was a little hope, after all. And if he was dead and this was all a dream, then that wasn’t too bad either.
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A/N: Thinking over it, this batch of fic wasn't too bad. There was fluff and angst, which I suppose cancels out nicely enough. I hope you've enjoyed! Leave a comment and tell me which was your favourite and why!
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Date: 2010-08-26 10:52 am (UTC)1] For some reason I loved this. [must be the Kishimoto-sensei reference] or the sheer sneaky!Kakashi and the glorious hope *channels inner!Gai*
2] LOVED! Oh Iruka, so oblivious to your own sexiness and WOW Kakashi *nudgenudgewinkwink* To quote Jiraiya, OH BABY!
3] A little haunting and reminds me of the WIP on FF where Iruka's the one to forget Kakashi in all the lives they live [and like 5, they never get to stay together]
4] T__T you hurt me, you vicious beast. I don't even want to talk about it *curls up in corner*
5] I love your reverse history and how everything goes full circle.
6] So very sweet
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I luff you long time~!
Date: 2010-08-26 11:21 am (UTC)1] Yeah, I considered the idea of expanding the AU into something longer, but damn that would've been a headache and a half. Kakashi as a leader of a resistance (and a doctor, too, no less) was a visual too tempting to pass up though.
2] I hadn't written an oblivious!Iruka in a while, or at all, thinking 'bout it, so I thought it was time. What better time than when he's running around shirtless, carrying heavy stuff? *Fans self*.
3] This one... kind of killed me when I was writing it. I love it, I feel it was a great writing experience, but I was so tempted to delete it, ya know, because the ending was crushing and ambigious... I also considered expanding, but then I remembered, less is more in some cases.
4] What's wrong with fou--oh. Right. The marriage one. I WARNED YOU!! I put HEARTBREAK right there! but yeah, I suck. I think Kakashi and Iruka hate me now.
5] The history plot had been wondering in my head for a long time, the idea that Nartuo-verse actually is our world in the future. Though the re-incarnation is a recent thing I wanted to see done.
6] This was the hardest quote to fill, by far. No idea why, either. It was a good quote, but I just had no muse for it. *Shrugs*.
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Date: 2010-08-26 12:03 pm (UTC)I love oblivious!Iruka. He's so great. It fits in well with his character profile as "being popular with both men and women". XD Oh, silly
boyman.Reincarnation can be hard to write well, especially since it's such a philosophic topic and it can get confusing following the different lives. It ended on a hopeful note, which is nice. The idea of going on forever, stuck in a terrible cycle, kind of breaks my mind a little. Just a little *cause it's already broken*.
Six is where my comment fail occurred haha, but you actually filled that prompt quite nicely since viewing the body of a loved one as a kind of god is basically what it's about. Khalil Gibran... a quintessential Classic Arabic poet. A lot of people are attracted to things like scars anyway
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Date: 2010-08-26 12:11 pm (UTC)Oblivious!Iruka was frickin' hilarious for me, because I was thinking, he'd be so thick-headed, even if the girls fell at his feet--oh wait, that might just happen. Crack!fic is a nice breaker, I feel.
Reincarnation was something I struggled to write. I wanted the Gods as vague and I didn't want to touch base too heavily with anything, because I feared I may or may not offend some readers; religion is touchy all round. I kind of don't want the cycle to continue. I want them to get their happy life. But the tragic love and endings... is kind of romantic in its own way, no?
*my mind's broken too*
*fixing it is just too much bother!*
Scars are smexy. Unless they're self inflicted, and then I'd just worried needlessly.
I didn't research any of the quoters, so to hear I hit it on the ball is quite a pleasant surprise; and you're like a vault of misc. information! Win. :D
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Date: 2010-08-26 12:13 pm (UTC)Re: I luff you long time~!
Date: 2010-08-26 12:28 pm (UTC)I think a lot of people don't understand reincarnation as well so it's just too much. I think, in a lot of ways, it's about becoming one with yourself and finding wholeness and peace than religion. That's why you just get reborn until you're finally happy and have no reason to come back and try again.
[ugh that makes me think of trying to imagine an infinite universe. now THAT will break your mind]
I think visible scars are less worrying than the ones you know are hidden. Then you just don't sleep at night, mhm.
I have random information in my random brain of random XD The poem is about the earth being the most purest thing, full of beauty and anguish and life and blah blah blah and is very similar to the romantic poetry of Classic Arabic poets like Khalil Gibran lol. I guess it's mostly saying, a world in you and you are the world to me or some other sappy thing *needs to brush teeth again after close-encounters of the sappy kind*
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Date: 2010-08-26 12:47 pm (UTC)bribeco-erce some artists into drawing that...Re-incarnation is the best afterlife ideal for me. Being judged on your actions and being punished/praised accordingly is the fairest path I can see. And even better if the end game is just to be happy.
You said this on another comment but I'll adress it here: kid who thought Titanic was a comedy? Mhmm. Yep. Quite crazy, if you don't mind me saying. And I can't say it's a guy thing, because I know a bloke who wept when he saw Jack sink to the bottom of the ocean...
Re: I luff you long time~!
Date: 2010-08-26 01:06 pm (UTC)Yep. A lot of people don't understand it [probably because they think of corny Bollywood movies or many-headed elephant gods or something] but reincarnation is just about being happy. So, BE HAPPY EVERYONE! And go with peace into the world, ohm~
I felt like that movie was so long, but looking back when he made that comment, it was a little funny that she could just break her promise so quickly after making such a big deal out of it. Love? Freezing to death. Love? Freezing to death. F*** love!
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Date: 2010-08-26 10:57 am (UTC)7] I know its your own universe, but you know they have guns in Narutoverse? Only.. not high-powered lol. You completely channel my thoughts about stuff like that though, mhm. I was thinking about writing an end to the shinobi nations [like it was prophesied *feels like a god*]
8] I can't even... I can't... *crawls back into corner crying* This is like abuse!
9] I really loved this and kind of wish it had its own story. *snorts at instant coffee comment* Ya... I pretty much don't know what that tastes like *can't drink coffee*
You don't call bingo, it's a blackout. Beware old ladies carrying bricks in their purses. They don't like their bingo taken from them. Now you have like... +15 bingo or something. You can totally get a free blackout/bingo without even filling out a card now XD
[You're tricky. I haven't been able to read the fic posts lately because I've been trying to get that scancomm set up and here you go... issuing threats like nobody's business]
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Date: 2010-08-26 11:25 am (UTC)8] What's wrong with ei--oh. Actually, I adored writing 8. Sorry. *Ducks thrown objects*.
9] I don't drink coffee either. But my friends do, and they complain about instant coffee to no end, so *shrugs*. Put that cute lil' quirk in there to tie things up nicely.
I have oatmeat cookies to distract the old ladies. Mwahaha. They'll never get their bingos!
And I must have psychic powers to call you up. I'm glad you read though; I always cherish your feedback. ^_^ If you've been busy for a week, I think you've earned a reading break, don't you? :D
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Date: 2010-08-26 11:57 am (UTC)Ya so weird, but Kishimoto-sensei said that when he planned out Narutoverse, it was sort of an in-between time so they have some basic modern technology like guns, trains, electricity, steam-power, cars... but it's more like steampunk era stuff so it's not super high powered. I know I've seen Kakashi dodge a bullet before, Naruto too. I think the Ninja Clash in the Land of Snow movie shows them against guns.
My heart gets so sad when I see those kinds of, not break up, but you know... *sad* Must haz luv! I think it's more cruel when the other person drags it out. That's the worst part. Le sigh, but love hurts, don't it.
I can't drink coffee without becoming a jittery giggling mess and feeling like I'm going to have a heart attack. I'll bet Iruka is addicted to that, or at least really strong tea [maybe spiked]
You DO have psychic powers. I wasn't going to let myself read when I saw your name on the email... but then you called me out and I was totally like, Oh, It's ON! XD
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Date: 2010-08-26 12:04 pm (UTC)I know what you mean about break-up that aren't break-ups. Stories with sad and ambigious endings. My speciality. Haha.
Anyway, I think I'm terrible, because not only do I feel I write better heartbreak than fluff, but I enjoy writing said heartbreak. I am an awful, awful person. *Writes down fluffy story ideas to counteract this*.
I only decided to call you out last minute, to give you a heads up. Damn, I think I'm losing the tally, like 4 out of 4 found or something. *Sigh*. Though, thinking about it, I wouldn't mind writing a story you prompted. ^_^
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Date: 2010-08-26 12:18 pm (UTC)I'm emo, I could probably write a break-up one, but then I'd feel bad and probably have to write them getting back together again XD But I think it's supposed to be part of that catharsis thing.. You watch a sad movie to feel better and whatever.
You know you wanted to see if I could do it XD I can't even think of a good prompt lol! Maybe I should lose the next round, but OH that means I have to fill a prompt for YOU!!! ACK! *has so many fics rambling around the HD* This scancomm is taking way more days than I thought it would to set up, lol
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Date: 2010-08-26 12:26 pm (UTC)Probably need to find The Lost Tower subbed online asap.I'm running low on Internet, so I can't watch any videos or anything for a while...Reading/watching something sad just reminds you how good you've got it. It's when you read/watch a tragedy and it looks like a comedy; that's when things are downhill...
You have fabulous ideas. I have no doubt you'd sent my way a magnificent prompt which I would then fret over to make it perfect--for you, of course. :DD
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Date: 2010-08-26 12:35 pm (UTC)If you think about it though, a manga volume can be played out within one or two episodes of an anime so they have to come up with stuff to fill it up. *has random discussions over silly things like anime/manga semantics* It can be both good and bad. Shippuden is good because it has a lot of cute/funny omake that allow you to meet the characters [again].
I haven't been able to find The Lost Tower online as a whole and watching it by parts is a butt. I'd rather download and not worry about streaming.
That tragedy comment reminds me of a classmate I had... He said Titanic [the movie] was a comedy and a bunch of girls were horrified and he said that the whole over-dramatic Rose saying she wouldn't let go of Jack, then seeing the boats and letting him go was the funniest thing he'd ever seen. Then someone told him he would be the first one of us to end up in prison XD
I have cracky ideas, that's what I have XD [actually plot bunnies have been doing indecent things in my mind and getting out of hand]
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Date: 2010-08-27 05:50 am (UTC)My interpretation of the quotes is odd, mainly because I'm a little odd myself. Which I take to be a good thing. ^_^
Of course when I say heartbreak, I mean it! Otherwise it doesn't deserve a warning... And because this fic seemed so wraught with sad crap, I'm planning a few light-hearted pieces to balance it out. :-)
Thanks for commenting!
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Date: 2010-08-27 05:47 am (UTC)Your praise means a lot to me; big fan of your stuff. So thank you so very muchly!
XD
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Date: 2010-08-26 02:37 pm (UTC)The last line of 5 actually made me tear up a little. It was so sweet and hopeful despite all of the tragedy in their past.
And I'm sure it's obvious why I like 9. Cute with a happy ending (Kakashi's wide smile was probably identical to the one on my face, lol), what's not to love?
Please do go over the word limit for the rest of your writing career. That way I don't have to keep asking for more. :P And I can barely believe you wrote three blackouts! You're awesome. :D
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Date: 2010-08-27 05:55 am (UTC)Ahh!!! Word limits; they hate me. I don't think I could hold back if you threatened me! So yeah, you'll probably be seeing more of me (far too much, actually) in the future. Haha. ^_^
Thank you for commenting, and I can't believe I've done three blackouts either. =.=;; Shouldn't be procrastinating, but alas, the power of KakaIru...
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Date: 2010-08-26 11:11 pm (UTC)8 because it was so... painful (?) The emotions conveyed were so very real.
9 was plain awesome because yeah, Kakashi, Iruka WOULD be your imaginary friend because you're just connected like that XD
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Date: 2010-08-27 05:58 am (UTC)Iruka is definitely Kakashi's soulmate. They'd totally have a link like that. XP
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Date: 2010-09-04 11:10 am (UTC)Loved the last one! :D for a moment I thought the explosion had somehow dragged Iruka into the real world, I'm glad he was already in it though.
Before blacking out, he thought, if Iruka woke up, then dying this way wouldn’t have been too bad.
Nope, silly man, you need to shag him silly first!
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Date: 2010-09-04 11:51 am (UTC)War is never good. Especially when one side has a clear advantage; that's the only reason why England colonised so many places--they had guns to oppose the spears and arrows and whatnot. My gran keeps saying Earth is due anytime for WWIII. She survived WWII and says the signs that are appearing are the same. It's scary.
The idea of Kakashi having a not-so imaginary friend--yet another closested idea. #9 is probably one of the few I *might* expand, but gosh darn it all if I ain't too damned lazy.
*Tee-hee*. Kakashi didn't die and yep, they had a whole lot of fun after he convinced Iruka they'd been best mates for eons while he was comatose. (That took a while though...)
Haha, thanks for commenting. It made me SMILE~! ^_^
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Date: 2010-09-08 05:24 am (UTC)Typos are my enemy. I will always strive to eradicate them, but they pop up where I least expect them!